i screwed up, big time, and nothing is okay, i opened up wounds that where in the process of healing, only to see them weep again, i shouldnt of, but i did… and now im writing here, i dont know how this going to make any of it better, i know it wont„ but yet i continue to write. not fixing anything, but it does make me feel better to let a whole bunch of strangers know how im feeling, :P
look inside, look inside your tiny mind, cause where so sick and tired.
can someone please tell these little whores, that its called, “Making LOVE” for a reason!